She came before me
dressed in the lies
most damsels drape
over their souls
after their hearts
have felt the sting of shame.
She covered her truth
with bandages
stained with the blood
of wounds
still healing.
"Show me" I said.
Let me see you.
Let me peek
behind the wall
that you have spent your whole life
building...brick by brick.
Take off the mask
and let me bury my own
hurt in the gaze
of another wounded
by the misfired
arrow of Cupid.
Let me see you
without the makeup
and the long sleeves
and turtle necks.
Let your hair down.
Let it freely fall
around your exposed shoulders
and caress your skin
like the warmth
of an open fire.
Let me feel the flames
from the warmth
of your body
pressed against my own.
I want to watch you
and dive into your open sea
and make these waves
my home.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
She came before me
dressed in the lies
most damsels drape
over their souls
after their hearts
have felt the sting of shame.
She covered her truth
with bandages
stained with the blood
of wounds
still healing.
"Show me" I said.
Let me see you.
Let me peek
behind the wall
that you have spent your whole life
building...brick by brick.
Take off the mask
and let me bury my own
hurt in the gaze
of another wounded
by the misfired
arrow of Cupid.
Let me see you
without the makeup
and the long sleeves
and turtle necks.
Let your hair down.
Let it freely fall
around your exposed shoulders
and caress your skin
like the warmth
of an open fire.
Let me feel the flames
from the warmth
of your body
pressed against my own.
I want to watch you
and dive into your open sea
and make these waves
my home.
Take it off and let me see your truth.
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